"Did you see that? She didn't even wipe it before she gave it to him. Lyin'.there in all that muckl You never know what's been on the floor with some peoplearound. I'd never've done that, would you? Mind you, it's not every motherwhat's careful about hygiene, I always say. Always used to tell my boy that. Henever did like to come home to an untidy house. Used to tell me, he did, if I'dforgotten to clean up his room like he wanted it. Very particular is our Bill. Hisfather used to call him Little Lord F<strong>au</strong>ntleroy, you know."As the train pulled into the station, the youth leapt up and jumped from thecarriage. He was late for work, he told himself. Still talking, the two womengot out after him, and the young mother eased the pram onto the platform witha practised movement.At the next station the girl in the m<strong>au</strong>ve dress rose and left the carriage. Onher cane basket, the pink and green flowers bobbed sadly as she slopped alongin her exotic gold slippers.• • • • •Marilyn DeanONE STEP FORWARD, ONE STEP BACKIt was visitors' day at the hospital, and r felt it my duty to see the members ofthe Reverend Silverwood's congregation. How happy I felt when I noticed an ailingaboriginal woman in a ward full of other white patients. She had a smile on herface, but beneath this smile I noticed a certain expression of fear. The childrenwere running around freely, unaware of the purpose of their visit. I could nothelp noticing one small boy who stopped for a moment and stared at the aboriginalpatient. Suddenly, before I could prevent it, he spat viciously at her, uttering thewords 'Dirty black woman!" Rage overcame me. I was insulted, and disgusted.Before I could control my emotions, I bent down and hit the child hard. Therewas a hush throughout the ward; even the little boy did not murmur. All eyeswere directed at me, the aboriginal lay preacher of this district, who had dared tointerfere with th is white child.I suddenly felt alien and strange. Without thinking of what I was doing orwhere I was going, I flashed a quick look at the desperate aboriginal patient, thenwalked with determination out of the hospital.I don't know how far f walked; but slowly from the confusion in my mind camememories of what my life had been - a series of attempts and escapes .Firstly there had been my <strong>edu</strong>cation. It had been hard leaving the mission stationto venture into an unknown citYi but I was eager to learn and study the anthropologyofmy people in greater detail. Part of my experience had been to mi x withwhite people, become acquainted with their social standards and demands, andstudy their attitudes to aborigines. Despite the fact that aborigines and whites hadbeen brought up together, the former were still treated in an inferior way by somewhites.When I returned to the mission station three years later the warm welcome givento me did not long overshadow the sordid impressions I received . Young men hadbeen encouraged to go away to nearby cattle stations. They returned occasionally,but it was noticed that the money they earnt was spent on gambling and alcohol.No advice or scolding could convince them of the injustice being done.Things grew worse. Family life was broken up, and bitterness towards thewhites arose. Then came the climax. When work grew scarce, the aboriginal men48
were dismissed. Feeling unwanted they returned to the mission station, bringingwith them the vice and immorality of the cattle stations. They could not be acceptedby either society again.I tried hard to think of the time before I left; but my <strong>edu</strong>cation had t<strong>au</strong>ght meto be critical. It had made me a foreigner to my people. No-one on the stationwanted different conditions; their experiences with whites had only been unhappyones, Talking and persuading had no effect on them. My <strong>edu</strong>cation had beenuseless.Impulsively I left the mission station and drove for many miles, when I cameto the hometown of a former leader of the mission station, the Reverend ClarkeSilverwood. That night at his home I was able to rid all the bitterness anddisappointment from my system. My <strong>au</strong>dience had been most sympathetic..After much thought, I decided to become a lay preacher and during thesucceeding months everything went as I had once dreamed it would. I had friendship,hospitality, company and a rewarding occupation. My worries aboutassimilation seemed over at last. ....How wrong I had been. The old bitterness and despair suddenly returned in thisone incident at the hospital. I now came to the bitter realisation that despite whatpeople such as Reverend Silverwood did for us, there would always be those whothought of us as "black" and "dirty" and forced their children to have similarattitudes and practice cruel discrimination such as that I had just observed.I felt sick, sick inside, stumblingalong the dusty road, I shook myweary head and tried to think clearly;but my mind was troubled and confused.I Iifted my head and saw beforeme a high hill. A sudden impulsemade me climb that hill and stand ontop of it. All round in the valleysbelow were small townships. HereI was, viewing the world from adistance. It was a wh ite world awestern world. As I moved my eyesaround each town, a wall seemed torise in front of it, preventing my entry.I am still standing on this hill. I,the representative of my people,isolated, unable to enter these towns.Whose f<strong>au</strong>lt is it that I am standinghere; my peoples' or the whitesocieties' in those towns? Perhaps itis no-one's f<strong>au</strong>lt, perhaps it was meantthis way. Shakespeare once wroteabout the world being a stage andeach having his part to play. I am leftwondering-what is my part?49
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